Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

She did not complain at the name; she was fettered to the woman instantly upon it. I sleep where I tire, the she-wolf admitted, not knowing the other desired to rest with her, something that would make her wildest of dreams come true; it did not seem possible, that an angel of such beauty would rest with a ghastly ghoul, a terrible troll. As for her companion? He answers to Bear, she told the other.

The renamed woman stepped a measure nearer to the other so as to inconspicuously feel the furs of the pale, clean, immaculate woman against hers. There was no shyness or shame in doing it, but she gave the other room to deny her this if she wished.